Putrefaction Poems - Poems about Putrefaction

...Another World Sees It is good to live together two lives Two lives are one, and one is two The gate is open in the cemetery Mirror life, patinated monochrome The other side, without putrefac......

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...The earth wept for no reason under a soft articulate noise of auctioned lives, a beautiful dream, slowly dying. Rottenness seeks in the soul righteous prey, grown from pure moment......

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...I breathe; I think; I slumber and I wake I feel; I hear; I scream for pity’s sake I push; I shove with little left to give But six feet neath new fallen leaves, I live I breathe the fumes of my......

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...I walk o u t... I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer dissects my essence-fossil Passion a seismic rupture betwee......

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...bubbling blackening putrefaction completing the first stage decomposition of prime elements gray matter decay decay of prime matter what matters is that you save nothin......

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... Written: March 05, 2024 For Edward Ebeh Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, Hermes, during historical eras of reign, Greek literature thrived—minds free of s......

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...An inferno of thoughts and chaos No one sees that the smile does not reach the eyes A fortress built by betrayal When the words are pronounced, the......

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...Arrogance rests on the spectrum of ignorance Somewhat camouflaged by its superior air, I surmise one requires huge gulps of intolerance To maintain equilibrium teetering there. “Pride......

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...When I demise, If I succumb... I crave you to bury me along with my poetry... Not for them to suffer the putrefaction of the flesh... No, but to remind me that in some dimension, I'm alive.........

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...I have always lived in this house. Yet, these floors I don’t seem to remember. From parlour to pantry there were once rugs from Persia and Minton tiles of cherry in the halls. Now the boards are ......

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...overprotective like ink in a scar tissue you said I'm stuck in a bad version of a life and gave me your life mask as a present now I have an owl in my iris you've cloak me in aluminum foil ......

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...My soul cries for Nature and natural things To blend with my spirit as one And circle this globe on powerful wings Oh, show me all that Creation has made I have been hidden where putrefaction c......

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...THE WILD GOOSE CHASE* I accidentally let one loose did you see that thing vamoose? It gave me the slip, did you see? Now that thing is awfully free. I walk on pins and needles, friend. Tryi......

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...In my mind somber sorties unfold When morbid movements scar a hundredfold. Normalcy dead, transparency scared Empathy bearded, intransigence endeared. In my mind sordid scenes grow cold When ......

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...When I read that we are all sculpted upon his image the first imprint appeared in front of my cognition is that one of the parts sliding down the conveyor belt just like at Fiat's little piec......

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